Whenever I get home from school I sit at my window and say to my self "Is this the real me?"
"Am I a real person?"
"Am I dead or alive?"
The questions keep going on and on forever.
Most people say this is a 'phase.'
But this isn't a phase.
I know it's not.
Everyday I write in in this diary to keep me safe from trying to share my information to other people.
Or what people call 'socializing.'
I don't do that.
I think about trying it but nobody wants to be around me.
I guess i'm too ugly for them.
Or i'm too ugly for myself.
People should learn how to not give a shit about other people.
Or to not judge a person by their looks.
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NonfiksiJessi is the one who always sits in the back of the classroom. Never raises her hand. Never even says a word the entire day. No friends, parents died when she was about 3. Nothing left to save her. But one day at school changed her and her personali...